Last Chance #17

Written 15 months ago and couldn’t be kept as a draft any longer..

Photo by Ana Klipper on Unsplash

We were just butterflies
Yellow, classy, Galician
That type that doesn’t sit
Doesn’t steer
We didn’t want just any grape juice
We wanted old wine
Because we deserve because we can
To dive in darker reds
Now that we finally grew our long nails
There is nothing left to scratch
Dans le tonneau du chateau
Wannabehappy hour
Make-up
Purple lips
Blue minds
Black swans
Flying in a vacuum,
of thoughts……..

The best state for blow-job-talks.